King of the Dance

In the discovery of new yoga poses and different chocolate treats to add to yoghurt i'm learning to let the little things in life keepme happy when exams and wanting more money to break free makes me feel like slitting my wrists. Papers with their 'surname' and 'other name' boxes and bank balances with no money in but too much money out depress me. If it wasn't for evenings with girls and bed on my own to try and remember what i'd bought/written during the day i think i'd just die inside. God bless the cobra, the bridge and the crocodile twist for their valuable input in my existance and on my waist line.




I also enjoy the new addition to my household. She not only enjoys cucumber and attacking her sister, but she greets me when ever i go to see her and has as much interest in running in circles that i do. I'm afraid this is as far as my interest in any photography what so ever goes. I exult in taking photos of her munching on whatever i've decided to try and feed her and running into walls in her exercise ball. I've yet to snap her pooing on anyone but with its frequency there can't be long until i suceed.


When its me and you together we will just fuck everything, because everything other than us can get fucked. We'll talk over tv shows and different flavours of cake and different movies and know it doesn't really matter, but it just fills the void of us being so glad we're an 'us'. We'll relish in our own cynism and soul optimism for one another.
I spend too much time thinking about what i've thought about, and yoga.